I busted into 2010 with some lofty goals. Run 1,500 miles? Do I realize it literally took me until day 363 to run 1,000 miles last year? So, throwing another 500 miles on will be... easy? Clearly.
So far, I've floated through January with, uh, very little effort. I've run 45 miles this month. I should technically be almost double that by now, if I was living by the numbers. But here's the thing, I don't wanna live by the numbers. Do I want to reach my goal? Absolutely. But I don't want to be a slave to the mileage. I think that's what's stressing me out about running right now. I've run once this week. ONCE. Five whole miles. Tomorrow's Friday, and I've only run once. I could be running right now, as I type, but I didn't want to. I just wasn't feeling it. If I start thinking about getting behind on my mileage, running starts to feel like a chore, and then I don't want to do it.
This must not happen.
And so I'm just going to go with the flow. January is my "don't wanna" month. I deserve this month. I deserve to let my body do whatever it pleases for a few weeks, especially after busting my balls in November and December to hit 1,000. This is how I'm going to avoid burnout.
Or this is what I'm going to tell myself I'm going to do to avoid burnout so I don't feel guilty for falling victim to absolute laziness.